Blair Waldorf Quotes Novels & Stories

my wolf whines, feeling unsettled by the unconfirmed connection. “Check this out,” Blair directs me towards the first paragraph of unreadable language, “-this part by here mentions the word destined,” she runs her fingers across the golden inscribed words below the first picture, “-it’s mentioned a few times, actually. So, surely that can’t be a coincidence? This has got to be what your mother was talking about, Willow.” “What else does it say?” Elijah leers over; his tone frosted with ice as he impatiently waits, “What’s all this about?” he points towards the distorted drawings.

I replied under my breath and stared at Ronald. “I’ve always had eyes on Blair, since she was a senior in high school,” he said, “I would see her hurry to school and then hurry home, with barely any friends,” Ronald said, “It was obvious she was terrified of staying away from home,” “Almost like she was going to be killed for having the fun, other children had.” Ronald’s speech awed me, I had no idea he knew anything about my growing up and I didn’t even expect his story to add up, but it did perfectly.

The windows allowed natural light to pour in which provided a warm glow to the room during day time. Then the remaining walls were painted with warm peach color and adorned with frames having some of the best quotes of all time. Claire's favorite one of all was, "So you are shattered?! It's okay. Every shattered piece can be made whole again. Just give it a little effort and attention." She felt that this quote was portraying her life condition. She had the broken pieces of her life collected in her palms and by jumping into the field of career, she was attempting to rebuild it again.

“It’s better than you think.” “No, it’s not.” The child disagreed, watching with judgement as his father ate the tree shaped vegetable. “It is,” Elara insists. “And I think that you should really give it a try before judging it so harshly. You should never judge a book by its cover, Blaze. There’s always so much more on the pages inside than what shows on the surface.”

Next to the man, the young woman rolled her eyes at Winifred before she spoke, “Stop talking to them and get the tickets.” “Alright, baby. Wait for me!” the man said. Since Winifred was visibly upset, Blair began to mumble. “Mommy, these two have poor manners. Everyone else needs to wait in line. However, they don’t follow the rules at all. My teacher says that people like them are immoral.” When the man heard what Blair said, he immediately turned around and pointed at her angrily. “You stupid little kid, what did you just say? I dare you to repeat it. Do you believe that I will hit you?”

“You’re smart. You’re beautiful. You have this kind of quiet strength that people don’t see until they really look. If you were ordinary, Ezra Philips wouldn’t have looked at you twice.” I wanted to believe her. I really did. But even now, after everything, all I could think about was how easily he had left. “He still left,” I whispered. Blair was quiet for a moment. “Maybe he had a reason,” she said gently. “Or maybe I was just a distraction,” I muttered. “A body. Something warm to keep the bed from being too empty.” Blair stepped closer and touched my arm. “You weren’t just anything. Don’t think that way about yourself.”

I don't even know what to say, and thankfully Roman steps in "But you're able to lift this curse from her?" he asks Blair, stepping away from the wall he just cracked. "I will do my best, Alpha, I believe I can, but I cannot offer you any guarantees," she tells him, starting to clean up the mess we made I bend down to help her, taking a broom and sweeping up all the salt. My parents are lucky they're dead, or they would have a lot of explaining to do.

He was truly impressed, he knew Vanessa loved books but not to this extent. “I want you to remember who you are, despite the bad things that are happening to you. Because those bad things aren’t you. They are just things that happen to you. You need to accept that who you are and the things that happen you, are not one and the same” she paused for a while waiting for the words to sink in, “this is my favorite quote of all times from the book Nathan” she moved closer to him and clasped her hand over his, “I am telling you my favorite quote because it applies to you Nathan. I have seen you so many times put yourself down because you are blind but I want you to know that you can do much better,

When he turned to hug me as his crying intensified, I gave him my shoulder, and just like that, we said our goodbyes, even though we weren’t ready. ** “I keep waiting for the fog to lift; I feel like I can never be truly happy again.” I confess to Blair’s mother during the lunch service. I know I shouldn’t say this to her especially, but when she asked, I couldn’t bring myself to lie. “The thing with grief is that the only way out is through.” She answers with a sad smile. “Now we just need to find out how to get ‘through’ this.” She says, rolling her eyes. Blair’s mother digs through her purse and pulls out a picture from her wallet as if struck by an idea.

When it was time for bed, Walden sighed, looked at his watch, and said sullenly, "This is ridiculous! It's too absurd! It's just a date. It's so late and she is still not back?" The attitude of her stepmother, Hilda Kent, was completely different from Walden's. She even smiled proudly and said, "Hey, Old George, the young people nowadays are like this. Don't be an old fogey anymore. What's more, Rainie won't suffer losses from being with someone like Callan..." "Hey!" Before Hilda could finish, Walden raised his eyebrows and smacked his lips. "Is this what a mother should say? No wonder you taught Rainie so impolitely!"